Heaven open a gate for me
It let me walk through to see
That I have the potential to be
Something greater then even I dreamed
I was floating on clouds
Soreing on the winds
Of an angle song
When all of a sudden
Hell opened up and said
Your not done
You still Have a torture of a journy to travel
We cant let you go till your done
So now my wings of joyous song is over
Till the death of this Hell is gone.
I travel this world alone
With only my heart in sorrow
Trying to make it on my own
With two kids to carry and care for
What a hell of a road to go
After my journy is done
After the pain has gone
I will still stand tall and strong
Knowing I have taken myself
To the top of the clouds on my own.
written by
AimeeBuchanan